As Traveler strolled through the emerald glades, a raven wheeled down from azure skies, alighting upon a mossy boulder. In a burst of violet sparks, the raven shape-shifted into a blonde maiden with a single emerald eye. Adjusting the lace ruffles of her ebony dress, Fischl beamed proudly at Traveler.
"Seid gegrüßt, mein Kamerad!" she proclaimed. "What strange twist of fate hath guided thy steps to mine own nestled domain?"
Her raven familiar Oz fluttered down to perch upon her shoulder, ruffling his inky feathers. "I believe Lady Fischl wishes to welcome you to this quiet glen she often visits to contemplate whimsical fancies."
Clasping her hands over her heart, Fischl gazed up at the sun-dappled canopy. "Ach, the murmurs of Mondstadt's winds beckon sweet inspiration! Might my valiant friend care to sit awhile and sample the delights of fae-crafted cordials?"
